4. There's the harp, but naught can cheer me
Tw-rym-di ro rym-di ra-dl-i-dl-al
For my love is never near me
Tw-rym-di ro rym-di ra-dl-i-dl-al
If my mind I can't discover
What will I be but a hapless lover?
Ffal-di-ra-dl-i-dl-al Ffal-di-ra-dl-I-dl-al
Tw-rym-di ro rym-di-ra-dl-i-dl-al.